Yin's lips curled into a faint, cold smile. "And now you seek to destroy the balance yourself? You, who embody creation, now wish to preserve everything, to stop the natural cycle? You would have the universe swell until it bursts? Without end, there can be no new beginning. Without silence, the song has no meaning."
"I have to protect them!" the Creator insisted, her light flaring. "They are not just concepts; they are lives! They feel, they love, they hope!"
"I do not dispute that," Yin said, his tone flat. "But it changes nothing. It is their very capacity to feel that produces the energy I consume. Their endings are what make your beginnings possible. The more you create, the more I must unmake. It is not a choice. It is our nature."
He took a step forward, the void around him deepening. "You cannot stop this. You cannot stop me. You can only create. I can only uncreate. That is the law written into our very beings."
